Watching Jordan Sleep
My cock was still hard, and deep in Jordan’s ass, as he snuggled into me.
I rubbed my hand through his hair, as I could tell he was falling asleep.
My wild cum-filled man.
Still no words at all. And increasingly interesting to me that we so often communicated without saying anything at all.
I loved being under his spell, somehow even more so since I was so sure he was my willing bottom. Was that actually what he had meant by spending quiet time with me?
I was satisfied, in ways that sex almost never satisfied me.
I softly touched his eyebrows. Quietly ran my fingers through his hair.
So the mountain morning was not just an anomaly. It could stay with us. Anywhere.
We were a week into all this new craziness.
My other hand also went into his hair, as I watched how peacefully my bred man was sleeping, and I quietly rolled us on our sides, so I could at least quietly pump in him.
I had never enjoyed sex like this. I had never enjoyed a relationship like this. I had never felt so whole.
I slowly felt all over his face. His nose. His cheeks. His lips.
It took so little for him to keep my cock hard.
I kissed him as he slept.
His mouth opened, ever so slightly.
My tongue found its way inside.
I hugged him as I gently fucked his mouth with my tongue. I had never felt like there were so many different ways to fuck someone.
His tongue slipped into my mouth. I couldn’t tell if he was waking up, or if that was just some kind of sleeping response.
I breathed deep.
I knew I had to be a better athlete. For him.
In fact, that was how I explained I was slowing things down with my girl. Because I needed to focus more on my future. I knew she thought it meant sports. I knew it meant Jordan.
I quietly sucked on his lips. Together. The lower one. The upper one.
Jordan stirred. I could feel his cock was hard.
We were gradually working our sex into our lives. It felt complete in a way just cumming had never done for me.
And somehow my mind gravitated more and more towards the future.
I thought of practice that afternoon. I thought of sex with Jordan, before, after, or even both. I knew he would be cool with that.
I even thought of working on math with him. I knew he wouldn’t have a problem with a sex break. Before, after, in the middle.
I even thought of him just casually coming on to me. In the middle of anything.
I increasingly even wondered whether I’d care if others knew. If others saw.
I looked at Jordan’s quiet face. I knew he didn’t generally care at all about what people thought about him.
But would that really hold if he stopped dating girls entirely?
I kissed him again. Pushing my tongue deeper into his mouth.
Somehow I knew he was only napping. How was it I could read him as well as I did?
Even the rose. Somehow I had known our time in the mountains would be amazing. Even if not as amazing as in fact it was. I was proud of myself for that one.
I kissed Jordan’s nose. He stirred. I pumped my cock in his hole. Wow. That was so relaxing, especially given how loaded he already was.
I smiled, thinking of him licking it off once he woke up.
We were going to make it, somehow.
I had another hour until practice. I had figured out the next step.
Maybe I’d even have him drop me off. Have him drive my truck.
Wow. I had never even thought of letting anyone drive my truck before.
What if the two of us got an apartment?
Would that really be so far-fetched?
Damn. What did Jordan think about all of this?
Time to wake him up.
I kissed his neck. My teeth wanted more. Still sleeping? Jordan opened his neck to my teeth.
I rolled on top. And drove in just a bit deeper.
I sat up, looking at Jordan.
He was still stirring, but not quite awake.
Wow. I really had bit him. All over the place. Never complained, or even commented. Even once.
His neck, his chest, his legs (when had I bit those?). Even his face.
He opened his eyes once.
Those eyes always hit me.
He squirmed a bit.
Wow. So simply, eyes open, squirmed around. And just like that kissing my cock, just barely out of his hole.
I fingered it while he sucked me clean. Damn. I still needed to piss. I knew he wouldn’t mind.
This all fit so simply.
And now we had brought the mountains home.
I kissed him. Slow and deep.
He opened his sleepy eyes.
“Thank you.”
“My baby.”
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